Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2005 22:03:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Natasha Person
Subject: Dyke-a-delic
I was sitting on the train on my way to Harlem when I saw her sitting a
few feet away from me. She was wearing all black and her eyes were buried
in a book. Her twists sat right at the back of her neck. I watched her
expressions change as she got further down the page. As she turned the
page, she looked up and stared straight at me. I continued to stare back.
She smiled and blew a bubble with her gum. I half smiled and looked away.
I leaned forwards so that my dreads covered my face. I continued to watch
her through the locks, even though they weren't that long. She closed
her book and stood. She then walked over to me and sat down. "Do like
what you see, when you look at me?" She giggled. "Yes I do. What's
your name." I asked with a grin of amusement. "Why ? You won't see me
again." She said. Then stood up. "Why won't I see you again?" I asked
with a puzzled expression. "Because I said you won't." She giggled
again. "Just tell me your name. All I want to know is your name." "Why
must you know my name?" She put her hand on her hip and used the other
to keep herself from falling. "Because I think you are beautiful." She
rolled her eyes. "So you want to get to know because you like the way I
look." She shook her head and scoffed. I stood up put my face to inches
from hers. I could see our breathe intertwine as if we were meant to
meet. "I want to know your name, because I want to get to know you. I
like you style and you taste in reading." I saw her eyes move from my
eyes to my lips. The trained stopped and she walked to the door. " You
can call me Dyke-a delic for now." She smiled. Why call you that."
"Because that is what I am. The doors closed and train started to move
again. I sat down, unsatisfied. I put my headphones on my ears and All I
heard was Marilyn Manson for the rest of the ride.
The next day I was skateboarding through time square, hanging up posters
to promote my band when I saw her. She was standing across the street.
Leaning against the wall. Wearing black jeans, black boots and a black
shirt that said dyke-a-delic. I was smiled. I sped across the street and
leaned up against the building beside her. "Are you waiting for me." I
asked with a half smile. She looked over at me and smiled. "What makes
you think that?" She popped a bubble with her gum. "I don't know, it
was just a question. Do you always answer questions with questions?"
"Yes, it's a habit I can't break. What are doing down here." She
asked me. "I'm putting up poster for my band." I handed her one. She
smiled. "Wow what kind of music do you play?" "Mostly rock, but we do
all kinds. You should come see us tonight, I'll get you." I was
anxious. I really liked being around her. She kinda fed my soul. " Aww
aren't you sweet sure I'll come. Can I tag along with you, I'm kinda
bored." "Sure just a few more to put up then I'm goin back to my house
to eat something." "Ok". I finished hanging up the poster then we got
on the train.
While we sat on the train, she kept watching me. "Why are you watching
me?" "Because you were watching me. Do have a problem with me watching
you?" "No" I said. "Then why are you complaining?" She raised her
eyebrows and leaned closer to me. Our lips were almost touching. "I'm
not complaining, I was making an observation." I leaned in closer so
that our lips did touch. She pulled away and cleared her throat. Her face
turned another color. "Are you blushing?" She giggled. "Leave me be
you punk." "Why I gotta be a punk for?" I put my arm around her and
pinched her stomach. "Because I said you are." She kept pushing my hand
off her stomach. "My stop is coming up." I stood up with my skateboard,
she stood up too. The train slowly stopped and the doors opened. I rolled
through the doors, she followed. We slowly traveled the four blocks to my
house.
"Wow you have a nice house, who do you live with?" She marveled at the
two story house as if she never saw one before. "I live with my mother.
Why are you just standing there come on." I pulled out my keys and
unlocked the door. We walked in and I closed the door. I walked up stairs
to my room and put my board in the closet. I pulled my outfit for the
show from the closet and took off my shirt. Dyke-a-delic came into the
room. "You have a nice house." She hadn't notice that my shirt was but
when she did she turned away and started to leave the room. "Where are
you going? You act like you never seen breasts before. Are you scared?"
I grabbed her arm and pulled her into. She breathes quickened. I rubbed
my lips against her cheek. "um, so where is your mother?" She pushed
away from me and sat on the bed. She picked a magazine and opened it.
"You really love you skateboarding. Have you ever done any of the tricks
in the magazine." I could tell she was pretending to be interested in
the magazine. I could her still thieving looks at me as she flipped the
pages. I chuckled. "Yeah I've landed a few. You see this scar?" I
asked pointing to my stomach. "I did a jump off of a park bench and
landed on a pipe that was sticking out of the ground. It came 2 inched
from puncturing my spleen. This one is from a few weeks ago, my friend
pushed down a hill when I wasn't paying attention and I landed on the
curb it's only a scrape on the elbow though." She walked over and
rubbed my pipe scar. I watched her fingers go back and forth against
rough surface. I held her hand and put it on my cheek. She rubbed my
cheek. "Your hands are cold." I leaned in to kiss her, she tried to
pull away but I pulled her back and our lips touched for along time. Our
mouths opened and finally got to taste each others mouth. She put her
hand on the back off my head and pushed my mouth in to hers. With the way
she was kissing me it felt like she was trying to kiss my soul. She put
her other hand on my chest and sent a tingle through my body. Then the
phone rang. She pulled way and shook her head as if she was under a spell
or trance. "um aren't you going to answer your phone?" She fanned
herself and leaned on my desk. I picked up the receiver. "hello."
"What up it's Jay. Are you on your way, remember we gonna get their
early and do a last minute rehearsal before the show." He sounded
anxious. " Oh yeah I'm getting dressed now. I almost done." I hung up
the phone and got dressed. I put on my wife beater with a blood red
buttoned down shirt over it. I left it open. Then I put on men's fitted
dinged jeans with blood red Harley Davidson boots. I stood in front of
the mirror and watched myself. I liked the way the jeans fit on top of my
curves. I walked over to my desk and leaned over her to get my sun
glasses. My chest was in her face, I could feel her breath. Then I felt
her touch again. The palm of her hand rubbed against my left nipple. I
felt her teeth rub against my right. Before I knew it my eyes were closed
and I was lost in another world. I moaned low and steady. She pushed her
self up so that she was standing. But she never took her mouth away from
my chest, Her saliva start saturating through my shirt. That is what
snapped my back to reality and I stopped her. "Wait we can't. I have a
show . We have to go." I pulled of my button down and pulled of my wife
beater. Then I put my other shirt back on and buttoned it up, but not all
the way you could still she my titi crack and my stomach from the bottom.
She huffed in aggravation. "This sucks. You got all horny and now we
can't do nothing." I picked up my guitar. "Lets go."
We walked the ten blocks to the club. Everybody was already there.
"Whatsup guys?" "Hey Big T. Whats crackin?" "Mike how many times do
I have to tell you, you are white ok." We all laughed. "Who is the
chick" He asked. "This is^Å" I looked at her. She whispered her name
in my ear. "Her name is Tish. Oh that's Mike he plays drums, that Jay
he plays bass, that's Teddy her play piano." In unison they said "Hey
tish" "Hi." She sat down and we rehearsed. After rehearsal the manager
came in and said it was time for the show. Tish sat in front. People
started piling in. The manager introduced us. "Everybody here knows who
these guys are so I won't give a big intro. Give it up for Colorful
essence."
Everyone started yelling and clapping. Mike counted us in and we started.
We played three songs with me on guitar. On the fourth song I put it down
and focused on singing. "Now this is a new I we wrote last night called
"I do love myself" I was meant to be poem but we figured why not turn
it into a song. The beat started and I sang. "I do love myself now I
wanna love someone else. I wear my heart on my sleeve. My heart knows no
one else's love." As I sang I looked at Tish. She smiled, I smiled
back. After the song was over we went into another song. I unbuttoned my
shirt exposing my chest. The girls yelled and ran to the stage trying to
get a touch. I teased them. I leaned over them then leaned back up. I did
let them get a touch, but only a small one. The song ended and so did the
show. Sweat dripped down my body. Me shirt flapped as I jumped off the
stage to sign autographs. Then I walked over to Tish. "You were good. I
taught you were going to suck." She laughed. "Thank you for the
honesty. Zenny the club manager came over. "Here is your money, the rest
of the band has theirs already. I wanna talk to you about comin back next
week. I'll give you the same amount of money." I smiled "Yeah we'll
come back next week." "Alright same time don't be late." He shook my
hand. I opened the envelope, there was $900 just like he promised. I
stood up and buttoned my shirt.
The rest of the guys came back from putting the instruments in the van.
"Since you have your lady friend with you we will see you tomorrow.
Don't hurt her aight man. We all laughed. "I'll see you guys. I turned
back to Tish. So what do you want to do? Are you hungry?" "Yeah a
little." She smiled. "Come on I'll cook you something." I grabbed her
hand and pulled out the chair. "Oh boi." "Oh boi what" Yes I can
cook." I put my arm around her and we walked .
When we reached my house I headed for the kitchen. "Where is your mom?"
SHe asked as she plopped onto the couch. "Oh I forgot to tell you what
she does. She is a airplane attendant, she is in Hawaii right now.
She'll be back next week." I yelled from the kitchen. "Well aint you
lucky." Tish walked into the kitchen and stood beside me as I started
making my alfredo sauce. "What are you making?" She layed her head on
my shoulder. "You'll see." I sent her into the living room to watch
t.v. After I was finished cooking we sat in the living room and ate. I
handed her a plate. "What did you make?" "I made alfredo, but instead
of using chicken I used lobster so it lobster alfredo." She looked at it
then at me. I sat beside her. I smiled. I picked up her fork and put some
noodles on it and lifted it to her mouth. She opened her mouth. I pulled
the fork away and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She
moaned as we kissed. I moved the plates from in our laps without removing
my mouth from hers. I laid her back on the couch and pulled up her shirt.
I rubbed my lips up and down her stomach. I took off her shirt. Revealing
her beautiful body. I unhooked her bra and watched breasts and they came
free. My head traveled down to her chest and her nipple entered my mouth
I rolled the other one in between my fingers. Her mouthed opened and her
moans flowed through the living room like music. I undid her jeans with
my free hand she leaned up and I pulled them down. My fingers played in
between her lips I pulled my head away from her nipple and look at her
with a smug smile. I put my head in the middle of her legs and nibbled on
her inner thigh. Her eyes rolled back and she trembled a little. I
stopped and put my tongue as far inside her as it would go. She sucked in
air and let it out. Tish pushed my head away and told me to stop. But I
didn't , my tongue entered and exited her faster and faster. "Wait"
Yelled through her orgasmic breaths. I stopped , she shook her head.
"You're lethal. Close your mouth for right now." She sat up I looked
her and grinned. "Stand up." "Why?" "No questions just do it." She
stood and I laid down. I picked up her leg and pulled her pussy over my
face. She tried to pull away. "You not goin nowhere." I put my tongue
back inside her. Up and down she went. Her pussy covered my tongue. Soon
she trembled. Her cumm oozed down into my mouth like warm maple syrup.
She pulled my dreads as the juices flowed. I sat up an watch her spasm as
her orgasm subsided.
Tish opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Why you smiling at me like
that?" I tilted my head to the side and rubbed underneath her chin. "
Because I can." She sat up and puled me into her and met half way in a
passionate kiss. We laid back down with me on top again. "Get up." She
commanded. "Why?" I asked with a scowl. "It's your turn, now get
up." I got up and she got on top of me. She did the same thing that I
did to her to me. But more slowly. After we were done we laid on the
floor. Her head was on my chest. We stared at ceiling in silence until
she broke it. "You know, I feel very happy and I don't even know you as
well as I should." She leaned her head up and looked at me. I think
you're just happy that you got some pussy." I laughed and shook my
head. "No I'm serious I really am happy, not just because I got some
pussy but I'm happy because I met someone that I really like." She sat
up with a really serious expression on her face. Her forehead was all
wrinkled. I kissed her forehead to erase the wrinkles. "Stop wrinkling
your forehead. I like you to, but usually when I sleep with a girl is
only a one night deal." "Well this aint no one night deal. So get that
though out your head. You are gonna be stuck with me for awhile. Or until
I get tired of you." Tish stuck out her tongue and I tackled her. We
both laughed and looked at the plates of food that were sitting on the
floor. "I'm hungry." we said in unison. We put our clothes back on and
I put our food in the microwave. We sat on the couch and ate and stole
glances at each other from across the couch.